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Oversized Hoodies (RoyalChaos)(TehFawkes)

Anthony rubbed his eyes as he trudged into the kitchen,half-consciously dragging himself around to get a mug of coffee. The pot was already full,undoubtedly due to John's early schedule,causing him to get up at the ungodly hours of the morning to start going about his day. Thank fuck that Smarty remembered to leave the coffee out,the Italian thought briefly. Last time,Anthony had been half-dead,trying to put together a half decent pot of coffee before Steven rescued him,just in time to stop the tired male from pouring coffee all over the counter. Anthony sat down at the kitchen table for a moment,scalding his tongue on the black coffee inside the ceramic mug he held in both hands. Warmth seeped into his palms as it radiated from the pale cream surface,intermingling with the cold chills than ran up his legs and back.

"Hey Anthony,"

A sleepy voice said,and Anthony looked up to see the oldest of the Derp Household,in his full glory. Blonde hair a ragged mess and sticking up at odd angles,his glasses lopsided and perched on the tip of his nose,and standing in the doorway in sweatpants and an extremely rumpled dark grey shirt.

"Hey Tom,"

The Italian nods drowsily,barely functioning enough to take another drink of coffee before saying,

"Coffee pot's ready."

"Thank God,"

Tom mumbled,shuffling past Anthony to grab a mug and fill it with coffee before sitting next to Anthony,shivering.

"Why's it so damn cold,Chilled?"

Anthony shrugged,too tired to laugh at the pun,or even sigh in disappointment,but groaned as a stronger chill hit him.

"Dammit Tom,keep your freezing ass feet to yourself!"

The blonde male laughed,having pressed the sole of his bare foot against Anthony's calf,making the Italian shudder. They sat in silence for awhile before they heard muffled giggling followed by a particularly loud,

"SMARTY!"

Both Anthony and Tom looked up from their nearly empty mugs just in time to see John run down the hallway,holding his iPhone,run past the first doorway to the kitchen and into the living room. Few seconds later,a livid looking Canadian flew after him,clothed in what looked like a huge red blanket. There was a slight thump,and a loud curse came from the living room,followed by footsteps that faded into the gaming and recording room. Two pairs of footsteps came thundering back through into the living room,and John burst into the kitchen,his dark hair spiked up slightly as a mischievous grin lit his features. He ran for the table and ducked down,his sock-clad feet slipping him forward,underneath the table. He hid by Tom's legs just in time to squirm out of sight of the kitchen's new,fuming occupant.

Steven stood in the doorway,his brown curls sticking wildly out of place compared to his usual,neat hair style. A bright,rosy blush tinted his cheeks when he realised that Tom and Anthony sat at the table,jaws hanging open in surprise and shock,before they burst into laughter.

"Nice bedhead there,Ze,"

Tom managed after regaining his composure,and the Canadian shot him a death glare. Tom clutched his heart mockingly,and whispered,

"I've been slayed by the fierce Canadian,"

Before he slumped over onto the table,coffee mug in hand as he greatly exaggeratedly died. This fueled Anthony's laughter and Steven's embarrassment,before Anthony righted himself to examine his boyfriend.

The usually timid brunet was still wearing the red blanket that draped over his shoulders and torso,and ended just above his knees. He was supposedly wearing boxers,and his legs were pale as the rest of him,something Anthony still berated himself for,letting Steven fall into the pit of darkness and misery. Anthony downed the rest of his coffee before saying,